"I don't know," I admitted. "I used to have a red Formula, but even that seems too flashy now." I like those new Pontiac Grand Prix, or Buick Regals."...You like them? They look... melted," I said with distaste."Daddy likes the Regals because their front grills look like a Jaguar's," Jennifer said defensively. "And I know you. One look at their speedometer and all the buttons, you'll be in electronic heaven." Really?" I said, wondering if there really were a lot of buttons. "Well, I guess it. I knew the sight of my behind in a tight saree and my smooth white abck was always a treat. I showed it off to my benefit.One day when I had finished the feeding schedule and putting bed of Sanika when Rohit walked in. I was dressed in a blue see through saree with a blouse tied with streiongs on back. The back was so open that it was apparent that there was no brassiere inside it. Rohit saw me with horny eyes and smailed,”Swapna you have a nice body,”he said directly and blocked my path. I. I nearly shot my load watching her lick the head, but I couldn’t say anything; I didn’t want her to stop. Then her mouth closed over the tip and she began stroking base to tip, twisting her hand as she stroked the shaft. Her mouth covered the head and her hand kept stroking and I kept pretending I didn’t care. Her eyes were closed as though she worshiped my cock, rubbing the shaft against the outside of her cheek and then taking the tip in her mouth again. Suddenly I came to the realization. Anything." You have to let me make you breakfast in the morning."I laughed, nodded, and took her arm. We walked in single file down the narrow passageway and finally departed the bus.It took a little while to collect our bags and hail a cab. Clarissa had only a single backpack and a small shoulder bag. What I guessed were her only possessions in the world could be contained in so small a space; that realization humbled me.The ride home was quiet. Clarissa was thoughtful and leaned against me.